Actually, my first attraction to
writing about vampires came from a character I liked, whom we’ll
just refer to as “Eddy”.

He had such potential and his story
intrigued me. However, after finishing the series, I was left feeling
a bit empty, so I said what I’m sure many people have said after
reading a book, ‘I can do that, too.” Yeah, right.

Turns out, I could. Though, I’ll
never go so far as to say I do it better than anyone else. I’m too
much of a cynic to be so arrogant. I do give it all I have, though.

Who is/are your main character(s) and
is he/she a vampire?

In this edition of the trilogy, I have
merged the first two book’s storylines and characters into one
grand finale. Thereby giving, The Return, two heroes, Thorne
Abbott and Jason Craft. Naturally, neither of these two guys would be
complete without their two leading ladies, Raven Prince and Jazmine
Fabré.

How would you describe your vampire
character? Is he/she a lover or fighter? Is the beast within held
at bay? Or does he/she go with her passions?

Jason had always been a bit of a
playboy, and in his early days, relished the thrill of the seduction
and hunt. Although unmatched in the skills of a hunter of his own
kind, when it came to feeding, he was a lover not a fighter. That
was, until Jazmine Fabré came along, enticing his lust for a new
passion, and stifling his need for beautiful, human snacks.

Raven Prince, quite the seductress
herself, also enjoyed a good hard hunt and her seductive abilities
usually lead her straight into trouble. Enter, Thorne Abbott, the
human who broke her down and changed her eating habits forever…not
to mention fulfilling every other need she had. He was one heck of a
human.

What are your thoughts on some of the
traditional weaknesses of vampires? Sunlight, crosses, wooden stakes
etc. Did you incorporate any of that into your fiction? If not what
were some of the weaknesses that your character must avoid?

With science fiction and paranormal
stories pushing the envelope in recent years, imagination is a
writer’s best friend. These days, sticking strictly to old
stereotypes limits boundaries and prevents the unveiling of so many
new traits just waiting to be discovered.

I, personally, mix it up.

Though all of my book’s vampires have
some aversions to sunlight, the degrees vary. In the “Blood Hunter”
trilogy, sunlight can ruin a perfectly good day’s sleep, so you
won’t find them at the beach on a sunny afternoon. At least, not by
choice.

Wooden stakes hurt like hell, but to
kill vamps in my stories, you better take his head with you before
you go.

First of all, I want to say how much
fun it was bringing together two books for a great conclusion. Tying
up loose ends and healing old wounds isn’t easy, but when you’re
dealing with such loveable characters in the first place, it made it
much easier.

Here’s what you can expect inside the
pages of, The Return…

Raven Prince, a vampire, and Thorne
Abbott, her human lover, have endured secrets, lies and even murder.
The only task remaining is for Thorne to become a vampire as well.
Eternity never looked so good.

Haunted by the shame of deserting his
first true love, Jason Craft, became a hunter of his own kind.
Brought together on a mission of revenge, he found sanctuary in the
arms of Jazmine Fabré and together they uncovered a startling truth.

Jason, now an enemy of the Vampire Lord
for whom he’d been employed, sets out to save the coven he’s been
commissioned to eradicate, which leads straight to the woman he left
behind thirty years before, Raven Prince.

Will fate lead them to where they were
meant to be? Or will evil forces destroy them all?

Sometimes the only way to get something
right is to go back to where it all went wrong.

Excerpt:

Thorne
and Raven

Her stomach
fluttered, hearing the sound of his car engine rev as he pulled up
the long drive to their family’s estate. He was home.

Raven dabbed a bit
of tuberose scented perfume on her neck, then dipped down between her
breasts and made a quick swipe across her wrists, hitting all the
pulse points as though she were still human. Some habits were hard to
break.

She glanced down
and smiled as the sheer fabric skimmed across her breast, prompting
her nipples to ball into tight, sensitive buds. Thorne’s warm
tongue lapping at her hardened peaks would have them softened and wet
in no time.

“Raven,” Thorne
called out as he neared their bedroom door.

Raven bit back a
giggle, dove onto the bed and stretched across it on her side, making
sure she bent one knee ever so slightly to force her rounded hip to
rise up from the indention of her narrow waist. The negligée clung
tightly to her shapely form and the split up the side revealed enough
flesh to get a rise out of him the instant he walked through the
door. What little skin the slit didn’t show off, the sheer fabric
would surely expose.

“Raven? Why
aren’t you downstairs?” Thorne froze, wide eyed, as he rounded
the corner of the entryway leading into the bedroom of their private
suite.

Raven ran her
tongue over her lips and eyed him up and down. “Would you prefer I
be down there with the entire family, or up here waiting for you?”

His heart pounded
so loud she heard it from across the room. “Well that depends,”
he said as he inched toward her.

“On?”

“On whether or
not you want me to take that off of you.”

Raven rose up on
her elbow and glided her fingers up her thigh. “Oh, this better
come off.” She giggled.

He came to her and
stood next to the bed. “What’s gotten into you?” The left side
of his lip curled as his hooded gaze took her in.

“You, if
you hurry.”

Jason
and Jazmine

Jason
stared at her as she returned her attention to the road. How had a
guy like him managed to find the only two women on the planet who
could get through to his tough, loner ways and dig their nails in so
deep he couldn’t stand the thought of being away from them, not
once, but twice in his life?

He
had, in fact, let Raven go, but Jazmine? That was a different story.
He wouldn’t make the mistake again of bowing down to anyone, not
even his creator, Mena, and certainly not her ruthless sire, Bruin
Duerr. Jazmine, he would die for.

He
scanned her body, taking note of the way her thigh high leather boots
hugged her legs and how soft ivory flesh peeked out from under the
hem of her short, black skirt. She rarely wore skirts, but when she
did, every ounce of her sensual femininity seeped from her every
pore. “If you don’t get to the hotel in the next five minutes, I
just may have to force you to pull over.”

“I
need to see you in those boots and nothing else,
Kitten.” He offered a cocky grin as his jeans tightened from his
uncontrollable desires.

Jazmine
arched her left brow, the corner of her mouth tugged tight and a
devious grin followed suite. Tires skidded across gravel as she
slammed on the brakes, pulling over to the side of the road.

“You’ll
have to catch me first.”

Before
Jason could unfasten his seatbelt, the driver’s side door slammed
shut. She was gone.

“I
love it when she plays dirty,” he growled as he exited the SUV and
bounded toward the forest just beyond the road’s shoulder.

Playful
laughter echoed through the night, bouncing from one redwood tree to
another as he hurried through the woods in search of Jazmine.

“You’re
getting warmer,” she sang out from the dark.

Jason
slowed his pace. “When I find you, and trust me, I will find
you, you’re gonna be in real trouble, Kitten.”

“What’s
the matter? Is the big, bad vampire hunter feeling frustrated?” She
continued to tease.

Jason’s
chest rumbled with a hungry growl as he skulked through the
underbrush, her sensual scent, burning in his nostrils. The delicate
skin around his eyes tightened and his fangs slipped down into a
predatory position. If it was a vampire hunter she wanted, that was
exactly what she would get.